ThotCorp (MLP)

>First day on the job.
>You're just an intern, wanting to get a steady income that's reliable enough to keep food on the table.
>Working in a cubicle shouldn't be too too bad.
>There's a lot of ladies who work here.
>They must be cooped up in here all day long together. In fact, you know what the hours are.
>9 to 5.
>On top of that, there don't seem to be any men present in the workplace either.
>You're not sure how you feel about that, since there are no male co-workers to be more manly than you; no one taller or more muscular than you.
>You don't have to be in some pseudo-competition like in the last job you had where all the guys practically just had a subtle dick measuring contest to see who had the most stamina throughout the workday.
>Making sure their female coworkers saw so they would be convinced that the winner would be worth talking to on coffee breaks.
>Worth talking to after work is over.
>Perhaps even worth driving home with and sharing a dinner together... where things would pick up from there.
>Ending in a lucky night, at least in your mind.
>You're glad that company disbanded; they got too competitive and less of a properly functioning workplace.
>In reality, you just want to get things done. No distractions.
>Money is money.
>Time is time.
>And Time is Money.
>Eh, this is all just a bunch of dumb shit you think to yourself as you're filling out those TPS reports.
>Red staple beside you, computer screen before you.
>Sounds of fax machines and young ladies talking on the phones filling your increasingly fatigued ears as the smell of coffee does the same with your nose.
>You'd rather be getting payed to sleep right now.
>Heh, nice one.
>Your sense of humor gets so dry around this time of day due to the fact that your mind has become overcome with boredom.
>The only people you get to talk to are on the phone.
>And you can't even tell them about your day.
>It's all about business business business.
>Workday themes jazz music plays in your head as usual as you're overtaken by a case of the Mondays.
>Case of the please-kill-me's.
>Something your 19 year old self is far from used to. How you're being cooped up like a 50 something year old man who doesn't have any other choice but to work here.
>Everything's going normally, unfortunately.
>No reasons to leave work... in multiple definitions. You really need this paycheck.
>You're finishing up the first half of your quota of TPS reports when you hear high heels walking in your direction.
>Is that Rarity?
>According to the sharpness of the high heel falls, you'd estimate yes.
>Yup, it's her.
>One of your two supervisors, the other one being Fluttershy.
>She makes her way over to the printer.
>Tight black dress wrapped around her with black pantyhose. You never read the dress code of this place, but you're sure this outfit presses on its boundaries.
>Listen to the printer spit out whatever Rarity needs to fill out in pen.
>She starts walking back to her office until she stops by your cubicle.
>You get off of the phone in about a half a minute, surprised she patiently waited that long for you to be able to talk to her.
>"Hello, dear." She actually calls you dear more often than other people for some reason.
"Hey."
>"Listen, uh, could I use your stapler?"
"Sure."
>You kind of have to, unless you want your paycheck to show a slightly smaller number.
>She bends down over your desk to staple her papers together.
>But holy hell, she's obviously taking as long as she can on purpose.
>You try not to glance down her blouse as she does so; her eyes would have locked with yours anyway.
>"Thank you, dear."
"No problem."
>"It's 'you're welcome!'" One of the older ladies in a far away cubicle calls over to you an a... semi-joking manner.
>Rarity returns to her office and you return to your slave labour (work).
>Monday is over.
>Tuesday is next.
>After a very short and unsatisfying night, you're back at work.
>Yup, that's how every day of the week goes for you.
>You're filling out more TPS reports once again. Along with making phone calls, signing other types of paperwo-
>"H-hey..."
>You already know who this is.
>It's Fluttershy, your other supervisor.
"Hey, what's up?"
>"Could I use your stapler please?"
>How do they not have their own staplers?
"Go ahead."
>Fluttershy already had her paperwork in hand, neatly organized and all.
>She does the same thing Rarity does, and bends over in a position where you have to avoid looking down her top or else face some sort of sexual harassment write up.
>God, it's almost like they're trying to do this to you on purpose.
>"You've been such a good employee, and I want to say I'm very proud of you."
>She's talking to you, now you have to at least look her in the eyes or else you're being rude to your supervisor.
"Just doin' my best."
>You couldn't help but look down, hoping she didn't notice. It all in a flash, and Fluttershy is out of your hair within the minute.
>This doesn't feel normal.
>Whatever, Tuesday's soon over.
>...
>It's Wednesday, my dudes.
>Back to the cubicle with you. That red stapler now putting women on your mind more than anything else.
>Weird how the brain picks up patterns this quickly and makes you draw lines that really aren't there.
>At around 11, your stomach is growling.
>Lunch break isn't for another hour.
>Get up and go to the coffee machine.
>Where the jugs of water are.
>You're just going to get a sipp and then be on your way. Nothing special, just enough fuel to finish off the last of those TPS reports later on.
>Rarity is already standing there in front of the water dispenser.
>Holding the cone of paper under the low to the ground faucet and collecting a drink of her own.
>You gaze at her ass through her tight skirt. Able to make out the outline of her panties.
>Damn, that's pretty hot.
>Look away when she stands back up. You're starting to feel a little bit bolder about all this.
>"Oh hey there, dear. I didn't notice you there." Rarity says to you in an unconvincing tone.
"Hiya."
>She walks past you... really close to you.
>You feel her brush past your hand -- oh shit, no.
>Turn around ready to apologize because you know how this could be turned around on you.
>She doesn't even seem to have noticed, at least as far as you can tell.
>Get your water, drink it and get back to work.
>Oh no...
>You return to find your stapler gone.
>No time to ask around, just get back to doing things.
>Conveniently, no one comes to you asking to use your stapler.
>The day ends and you leave for the day, but hear your name being called before you leave the workplace.
>It's Rarity. She's calling you into her office.
>"Hey, darling." She greets her favorite new intern.
>Darling? This is rare.
"What's up?"
>"I believe I have something of yours." She reaches over to her desk and retrieves your stapler.
"My stapler!"
>You go to take it from her hand; Rarity jolts her fingers forward to brush against yours.
>Brush it off and go to your car and drive home.
>Fuck these distractions, you just want to get work done. You don't know what game these two are trying to play here, but you're not about to let it get in the way of your job.
>Soon start thinking about these two female employees all night long until...
>Thursday.
>Drive to your job.
>Get back to work, Mr. Squidward.
>Drag yourself throughout the day for minutes on end, heavily expecting one of your supervisors to come to your cubicle now that your little red stapler is present.
>Wait a little while before hearing familiar high heels against the thin carpet.
>Whoa-oh here she comes. Watch out, boy. She'll chew you up.
>Whoa-oh here she comes. She's an intern eater.
>"Hiya, darling." Rarity steps up to you with a large stack of blank papers in her hands. "If you could let me use your stapler again, that'd be magnificent."
>You oblige, putting down the paperwork for the most recent TPS report you had to do.
>She literally starts stapling the blank pages together.
>In the same position as before, that same distracting position. And you're getting a little extra distracted today.
>Rarity chose not to wear a bra today.
>Getting a little too distracted in your pants.
>You look away and hope she doesn't notice. That might not look good in a couple of ways.
>Would look even worse on your track record.
>"Thank you, deer." Rarity stays bent forward right in front of your face.
>Almost crashing her chest into your face, now obviously showing disregard for where she's letting you look.
>You must have repressed what happened between the time she was forcing you to ogle her and the time she left.
>The only evidence that it all actually happened is the tent in your pants.
>You hope you just imagined the whole thing and then got a little carried away.
>But it's clear that Rarity is the one who's getting carried away.
>...
>The day awkwardly ends and you go home feeling... good, probably.
>Shut up, it's Friday now.
>Not just any Friday.
>Casual Friday.
>You walk into the workplace to find both of your supervisors wearing some really low-cut tops.
>So low that you would have been able to see the bras they were wearing if they had any on.
>Holy shit, this has to be on purpose.
>Go to your cubicle to find your stapler gone again.
>Okay, how far is too far?
>You sit at your desk, already getting a hard-on just from the thoughts you're having.
>Get ready to march over to Rarity's office, but you find yourself being called there already.
>She's probably looking to return it.
>Hobble on over in a gorilla like fashion to hide your boner until it goes away.
>"Good afternoon, Darling." Rarity says to you before letting the door start to close.
>Something's different.
>Is that... is that Twilight? The main administrator of this sector?
>She's standing on one side of Rarity, while Fluttershy is standing on the other.
>Rarity and Fluttershy flaunting cleavage to the point where there's no way they aren't-
>"We've been getting some sexual harassment complaints recently." Twilight starts off after the door shuts and seals you in with your fate.
"I uh... what?"
>All three of them are holding back smiles.
>It begins.
>”I’ve been receiving complaints of you harassing your supervisors.” Twilight begins.
“I-I haven’t.”
>”Oh but you have.” Rarity fills in. “I saw they way you’ve been peeping at me. And Fluttershy says you’ve done it with her too.”
“W-well that wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t peeping at you I was… I…”
>”You were what?”
>You don’t know how to word any of this, to be honest.
>Look over to Fluttershy, expecting her to appear apprehensive and upset.
>She's looking down at your pants with a half smile and lidded eyes.
>"AND he made physical contact with me while walking past me too."
"That's not fair! You made contact with me."
>"Riiiiight." Twilight nods sarcastically. "And the erection you supposedly had in your pants was for another reason, right?"
>You gulp.
>"I think he just wanted to show off how big he is for a 19 year old." Fluttershy adds.
>"Don't try to deny your... hardships." Rarity tells you. "Because I can see you're still having one right now."
>Now all three pairs of eyes are on your crotch. It makes you get even harder among realizing what they're truly up to.
>You never asked for this.
>"How obscene!" Twilight gasps, just as unconvincingly as the other two being 'harassed'. "Out in public?"
>Twilight then takes a deep breath.
>"Well, not right, right now. Since this is Rarity's private office."
"I can't control it, okay?"
>"Psh, you men always use the same excuse. You come here all new and stuff, thinking you can just ogle all your female coworkers and say you can't control it and be off the hook. Typical interns."
>You're shaking, at a loss for words. Now a little too scared to keep your boner going.
>It slowly dies.
>"Sit down." Twilight now tells you.
>You take a seat on the opposite side of Twilight sitting in Rarity's chair.
>"It's such a terrible coincidence the cute ones always turn out to the the sleazeballs who need this conversation, is it?" Rarity sighs.
>"Unfortunate indeed." Agrees Twilight. "What were the odds? I sure wonder."
>"I don't think he can handle casual Friday." Comment Fluttershy. "He can't stop looking at us."
>Twilight nods. "I agree. It seems to be interfering with your work."
>They're all starting to talk in increasingly predatory tones.
"Look, just what do you want? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't choose this."
>"Oh we know you didn't choose this situation." Twilight locks her fingers together and stares into your eyes. "This situation chose you, didn't it?"
"I... I guess it did?"
>"Look, we're not going to tolerate sexual harassment in this workplace. You're not going to be doing that without punishment. At least after this time."
>...
>"What do you say, Twilight?" Rarity joins in again. "Should we let him off with a warning?"
>"I dunno. His eyes keep drifting down, there."
>You fix your gaze onto their eyes, scared as can be even though it's obvious to you now that they're doing this on purpose."
>It's difficult to decide whether or not you're in any real danger. It's not like they're not going to want to have you around if they're just going to keep messing with you like this, right?
>Now your brain is starting to desperately cling onto the fact that they called you cute, which is more or less clinging onto your job to an extent.
>"It's certainly not MY fault for wearing revealing clothing." Rarity continues. "I can choose to wear whatever I want."
>Twilight and Fluttershy nod in agreement.
>Even thought this doesn't feel at all genuine, and they're just taunting, you still pray that your job is not in any real danger.
>"They have such a strong libido at his age." Mutters Flutters. "Poor thing can't help but get a little hard around ladies like you and me." She giggles under her breath, readjusting the top of her yellow dress.
>You feel so helpless in this situation, cornered in some sort of a power lock by these three beautiful women, two of them more than willing to shove their cleavage in your face and turn your own body against you.
>"Here's what we're going to do. We're going to let you go for now. Finish up your work today and just know you're getting off the hook with a warning this time. That sound fair, girls?" Twilight concludes then turns to her friends.
>They both nod, and in less than 10 seconds you're told to stand up.
>The three start to giggle as they notice that your erection is back.
>"Well it's your own fault for choosing to see women the way you do." Rarity doesn't even try to pull the front of her blouse up, enjoying how much it's getting to you without her even trying.
>You're sent back to your cubicle, doing the boner hiding gorilla walk.
>Returned stapler in hand.
>Sit down and make failed attempts to get back to your work.
>Your trembling fingers letting the papers slip away. They silently land on the desk as the clock keeps ticking.
>4:30.
>You can't stop thinking about how boldly they just let you... look at them and then criticize you for it.
>4:32.
>A strong part of you wants to go back and just let them have their way with you. The horny young man side of you taking over and wanting to control your actions and decisions.
>There's no way they're going to just have you arrested or anything. They do want this in reality.
>4:37.
>Stop letting these stupid fantasies distract you. You can't allow these ladies to get under your skin like this.
>You need to do your work and get your pay.
>But...
>4:40.
>It's awfully hard because of the way the human mind happens to work when it comes to how you evolved to put mating as a top priority.
>Over some office job that was invented by society instead of evolution.
>4:43.
>This isn't right. You don't want to have to put up with this.
>Now you just want to quit in order to get out of this.
>4:48.
>No, wait.
>They can just start coming after you if you take their fun away from them. You're pretty much screwed at this point.
>And they didn't even need to do much in order to trap you into this vice of power and prey.
>All three of them practically own you.
>If you leave, they'll end your reputation. You're sure of it.
>4:53.
>Welp, it's too late to do any TPS reports at this po-
>"Hmmmm."
>Fuck.
>Rarity just appeared out of nowhere; you weren't paying any attention.
"Look, I-I don't want any..." You're biting your tongue and mincing your words now that other employees can hear this.
>There's no way anyone's going to side with the 19 year old intern guy being accused by the multiple female supervisors labeling him a "sleazeball".
>Gotta keep quiet.
>"I'm sorry, come again?" Rarity leans down and cups her hand next to her ear.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't focus as much today."
>"I wonder why." Rarity reaches down and rearranges some papers on your desk for you.
>She knows you can easily make out the edge of her nipple. Fucking hell, why won't she just leave you alone?
>It becomes apparent that she's waiting for you to get hard again. Because she stays by your side until the bulge in your pants becomes noticeable even with you sitting down.
>4:59.
>At least you get to leave and gorilla walk to your car in one minute.
>"It's okay, dear. You won't have to stay after for too long. Just enough to finish a few more bits of paperwork and I'll let you go."
>...What?
>Your brain simmers in your head and screams with gnashing teeth. "OVERTIME?"
>...
>The office is empty.
>Fluttershy and Rarity watch over your cubicle as you're alone in the office space with them.
>It's still extremely hard to focus, even more so now that you know there's no one else here but you and your predators.
>Continue your overtime shift, feeling the eyes piercing over to you like knives.
>Every time the high-heeled footsteps draw near, your spine freezes and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up almost as strongly as your member in your pants.
>You're so afraid and anxious, now not wanting to do your work and just go home. But their presence forces your own presence to remain here.
>Here comes Rarity.
>"Look at me, darling."
>You know what she probably means.
>Reluctantly glance down Rarity's blouse once more.
>"Eyes up here, dear."
>Well shit.
>Not like you have a reason to care anyway. You're probably not in any real danger.
>Maybe you'd have enjoyed this if it weren't in a work setting where all you want is to just get your pay and leave without all of this stuff happening.
>"Listen to me very carefully..." Rarity starts to quietly lecture you as Twilight comes into your view from wherever her office is.
>Rarity proceeds to give you a set of instructions before stopping and looking down at your pants again. "Stand up." She says.
>You obey, not even feeling the need to try and hide it. She already has you by the balls, what's the point?
>Almost want to cry.
>Twilight comes pacing over and looks exactly where Rarity's looking.
>They make snide comments to eachother and giggle it off. Soon telling you to lean back onto the edge of your desk.
>Rarity grabs the front of your body as starts to feel you up, seeming pleased by what her hand finds.
>"Stay still. Your job depends on it."
>Your hands stay still, but keep shaking when you feel Rarity undoing the buttons on your dress shirt so she can reach inside.
>Keep your eyes locked on her cleavage, now with the blouse barely keeping her person appropriate for public anything.
>The feeling of Rarity's painted nails gliding across your bare skin after she reaches in makes you flinch with each movement she makes.
>She smiles insidiously as your eyes meet here; she keeps her eyes locked with yours as upon her hand moving down and unbuttoning your pants.
>"You have a lot of meat on your body for a 19 year old."
>Her hand makes its way past your underwear fast. Makes your member stand all the way up to pitch a complete tent.
>Rarity plays with you a bit as Twilight watches with her face growing reddish from enjoyment.
>"Not so touch when someone does it to you huh?"
"P-please don't ruin my life."
>They both chuckle.
>"Oh don't worry. We won't." Rarity says into your ear. "As long as you do this one thing."
>She continues her instructions from before, now making it clear that it's about Fluttershy.
>And what she wants you to do to her.
>"You want to keep this job, right?" Rarity asks after completing her set of instructions for you.
>Nod sheepishly.
>"Then you will do everything I said immediately. As soon as Fluttershy is standing in front of the water tank."
"I-I understand."
>"Your pay will change according to how much you hesitate." Reminds Rarity. "Don't let your hesitation time eat up how much your salary is raised."
>Now you're shivering as though it was 0 degrees in here. Heard a bit of something that was appealing to you and now you're amped up to do it.
>Rarity walks away as you wait for Fluttershy to get up and head over to the water tank.
>Rarity walks by Fluttershy and whispers something to her you can only decipher from reading her lips. “He’s HUGE.” In response to this, Fluttershy starts to look thirsty.
>She gets up to get a drink, you stand up with your boner in your pants and stride over.
>Speedwalking.
>You're rock hard and looking to pounce on one of your female coworkers as soon as you get the chance.
>Apparently just a horny little intern who can't control himself or keep it in his pants.
>Fluttershy gets ready to fill up her paper cone with water from the tank.
>But before she's able to do anything at all, she feels a pair of hands reach under her arms through to the front and grope her breasts.
>She yelps quietly as she feels her breasts get squeezed and she gets pulled back into the assailant.
>It's her co-worker, a young male intern she actually supervises.
>His hands grab Fluttershy all over her curvy body, touching her up and down with molesting grabs.
>A few shocked gasps come out of Fluttershy after she's forced to her knees.
>The top of her dress yanked at hard to come down and reveal that body. The intern's hands pull the dress off past Fluttershy's shoulders and down enough to let her nipples completely slip out.
>Fluttershy is groped again, her breasts pushed and kneaded around by the intern's hands.
>His hardened tent poking her between her ass cheeks through the dress and panties.
>"Oh no..." Fluttershy breathes heavily while she feels the top of her dress get pulled down even more. "I'm being assaulted. What ever shall I do?" Her voice is way too calm and more lustful than anything else.
>Wasting no time, the intern lifts the bottom of Fluttershy's dress up, scrunching it up at her upper thighs then reaching under it to pull at Fluttershy's panties.
>Rarity and Twilight approach the scene, doing nothing more than watching in """""horror""""".
>After a bit more struggling, Fluttershy feels her panties get yanked down off of her soft ass to her knees by the intern. A hand excitedly grabs her by the pussy, digging fingers between the petals of her bare flower.
>"I'm so defenseless and scared..." Fluttershy mutters in a tone trying not to fluctuate with extreme arousal. "I never thought this intern had such an appetite."
>Damn, these lines are corny. This is literally a fucking porno.
>...
>You're just thrown yourself at Fluttershy. Thrown yourself... on top of her. In the workplace.
>Pulled that dress down first then fondled her big, voluptuous pair of breasts.
>Then you pulled the bottom up, loosened the waistband, reached inside and pulled the panties down then fondled Fluttershy's privates. Her knees on the carpet.
>All of the above is exactly what Twilight and Rarity will put into a report if they were to choose to file one. You already know they watched the whole thing.
>Fluttershy "whimpers" as you flip her around to face you, backing her up against the wall.
>You undo your pants and let your cock spring out into the open air.
>Grab the top of the dress at Fluttershy's abdomen and pull it down past her bellybutton.
>The whole thing is slipped past her hips and slid down her legs. Your fingers catch her panties and pull them off of one of Fluttershy's legs completely as well.
>Fluttershy's back presses against the wall when you force her legs open and push your waist forward between her thighs.
>The entire scene is observed by the other two of your superiors, who happily monitor the dirt they're getting on you now.
>There's no backing out of this. Your tip mashes against Fluttershy's soft vulva.
>There's definitely no backing out of this; Fluttershy locks her legs around your waist.
>There's ABSOLUTELY no backing out of this. Rarity and Twilight kneel down behind you and reinforce Fluttershy's leg grip.
>They collectively initiate the thrusting for you as well, using a pendulum effect to hammer your solid cock right into Fluttershy's tenderness.
>Fluttershy smiles and tries to throw her head back in pleasure, hitting her head hard against the wall but ordering you to keep going.
>You've forgotten all about not wanting to do this several minutes ago.
>Fluttershy grabs at the wall she's backed up against, finding nothing to hold.
>Her wincing face as red as a tomato, her breasts jiggling in your grasping hands about as much as jello cakes would.
>She strains, enclosing and feeling your cock get stimulated by her moist walls. It's pulled back and forth with the help of Rarity and Twilight assisting you in keeping the movements up.
>Thrusting the fuck out of Fluttershy's pussy. She shudders; her hair becomes ruffled from the turbulence. You're held up against Fluttershy. Ready to cry, your pecker is trapped inside of its tight new nest.
>They will not set you free until after you cum. You're in these clutches the whole way through.
>You always were from the start, weren't you?
>You're made to continue by your superiors, they actively milk the seed out of you on the floor. Fluttershy kindly accepting every last drop as climax after climax crushes your body against hers.
>Both of you glistening with sweat after it's... eventually something close enough to be called "over".
>...
>Right before you leave.
>The desk fan finishes cooling you down as you finish making out with a re-dressed but very satisfied Fluttershy.
>You're finally allowed to rise to your feet, Rarity and Twilight give you a group hug with Fluttershy.
>"Welcome to ThotCorp, darling."
End of chapter 1